Monthly Archives: February 2011
She stands over me, giving me directions I can’t follow because she it practically on top of me, breathing her “mint please!” hot breath down my neck, until I tell her she is going to have to move. Continue reading
“That’s AT&T, the wonderful people who gave you the caller ID. Do you remember talking to them?” Continue reading
provided I don’t sew my finger onto one of the goody bags, I’ll let you know how it goes.